Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
Dentro del libro
Página 27
The life - sap at thy bidding flows Thro ' the young trees - the cedar grows Tow '
ring above the mountain ' s crest ... stork her home enshrines , To the rude rocks
the conies fly ; The wild goats seek the mountains bigh ; While o ' er them the ...
The life - sap at thy bidding flows Thro ' the young trees - the cedar grows Tow '
ring above the mountain ' s crest ... stork her home enshrines , To the rude rocks
the conies fly ; The wild goats seek the mountains bigh ; While o ' er them the ...
Página 31
Safe on thy banks again I stray Can there be eyes that look on you , The trance of
poesy is o ' er , Till tears of rapture make them dim , And I am here at dawn of day
, Yet , in such works , no Maker view , - - Gazing on mountains as before ; Nor ...
Safe on thy banks again I stray Can there be eyes that look on you , The trance of
poesy is o ' er , Till tears of rapture make them dim , And I am here at dawn of day
, Yet , in such works , no Maker view , - - Gazing on mountains as before ; Nor ...
Página 97
MOUNTAINS . THE CLIFFS OF DOVER . | Yes , all are glorious ; yet again I bless
thee , land of home ! MRS . HEMANS . Rocks of my country ! let the cloud Your
crested heights array ; And rise ye like a fortress proud , Above the surge and ...
MOUNTAINS . THE CLIFFS OF DOVER . | Yes , all are glorious ; yet again I bless
thee , land of home ! MRS . HEMANS . Rocks of my country ! let the cloud Your
crested heights array ; And rise ye like a fortress proud , Above the surge and ...
Página 98
... The mammoth of the mountains ! proudest For thought to do her part . bark
Amidst a snowy fleet ; surviving ark , Above a deep and roaring deluge pild !
Nature ' s pantheon ! temple of the wild ! In clouds serene , ' midst rocking earth
secure ...
... The mammoth of the mountains ! proudest For thought to do her part . bark
Amidst a snowy fleet ; surviving ark , Above a deep and roaring deluge pild !
Nature ' s pantheon ! temple of the wild ! In clouds serene , ' midst rocking earth
secure ...
Página 99
The bright sunbeams are glancing amid the high trees , And the forest has lost
half its gloom ; O how sweet is the breath of the fresh mountain - breeze , And the
sight of the valley in bloom ! Now winds the rough road o ' er the rude one - arch ...
The bright sunbeams are glancing amid the high trees , And the forest has lost
half its gloom ; O how sweet is the breath of the fresh mountain - breeze , And the
sight of the valley in bloom ! Now winds the rough road o ' er the rude one - arch ...
Comentarios de usuarios - Escribir una reseña
No hemos encontrado ninguna reseña en los sitios habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Moral and Sacred Poetry, Selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton Moral And Sacred Poetry No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
angels ANON appears arms beam bear beauty beneath bless bliss bloom breast breath bright charms clouds dark dead death deep delight divine dwell earth eternal face fair faith fall fear feel fields fire flowers give glory golden grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human King land leaves light living look Lord mind morning mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pain peace praise pride rest rise roll rose round scene seen shade shine sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne trees trembling voice wandering waters wave wild winds wings
Pasajes populares
Página 232 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Página 83 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Página 182 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Página 118 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 216 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 21 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página 164 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Página 228 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página 176 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
| Autor | Moral and sacred poetry |
| Editor | Thomas Willcocks |
| Publicado en | 1829 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 28 Mar 2006 |
| Exportar cita | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |